Six years later- Pairs
Isabella looked out the window of her Paris apartment. The city was beautiful - the buildings all lit up at night, making it look like a fairy tale come to life.
The past six years had been tough - raising triplets on her own was no easy feat. But she had managed to make a good life for herself and her children in Paris.
Isabella had become a successful fashion designer, known for her unique and edgy style. She was also a famous mysterious neurosurgeon that all her surgery have been 100% rate. She was in high demand but for Isabella she become so cold and distanced from everyone aside her three kids. She was someone who loved to sleep more then anything also liked to be lazy but she dislike being bothered by people. She would only allow her kids to bother her after that she didn't care to much about the people around her. But despite her success, there was still a part of her that felt empty. She had never stopped thinking about her youngest son, Sterling. Where was he? Was he safe? The questions haunted her every night.
Isabella sat in her office, staring out the window at the city skyline. She was deep in thought, as she often was these days. She had built an empire for herself - a fashion empire that was known around the world. She had also become a renowned neurosurgeon, with an impressive 100% success rate.
But despite her success, she couldn't shake off this feeling of emptiness inside her. It was always there - gnawing at her from the inside out. Of course no one knew she was the owner of the fashion empire she grew herself in all honesty she give it away to her disciple. As for her neurosurgeon she all did two operations a month no less and no more. She still pain in her heart.
She sighed heavily, rubbing her tired eyes. She was supposed to meet a client soon, but she just couldn't muster up the energy to care. Not today.
"Miss. Willow the client was unable to come and meet you but she…"
"Then refuse," Isabella said coldly. The other woman Kyle nodded her head.
Kyle nodded her head, understanding that today was not the day to push Isabella. She knew when her boss was in a bad mood - and this definitely qualified as one.
"Yes ma'am," she said quietly before leaving the room.
Isabella sighed again, leaning back in her chair. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ease the tension in her head. But the emptiness inside of her felt heavier than ever.
As Isabella stood by the window, she couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful she had become. She was no longer the overweight and insecure girl from years ago. She found out that her stepmother has been poisoning her making her gain weight it wasn't because her it was because of the medication that her stepmother gave. How sick is that Frost family thank goodness she changed her last name to Willow. Now, she was a true goddess - with long flowing jet black hair, soft porcelain skin and piercing scarlet eyes.
But despite her outer beauty, she still felt empty inside. The pain of losing her son had changed her - it had made her cold and distant from the world around her.
Isabella stood by the window, her eyes gazing out at the city below. She couldn't help but notice how beautiful she had become. Her once-round figure was now slender and toned, her skin glowed with health, and her long black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall.
But as she looked at herself in the reflection of the window, she couldn't help but feel empty inside. The pain of losing her son had changed her - it had hardened her heart and made it difficult for her to connect with others.
Isabella sighed heavily, turning away from the window. Her three other kids are the reason why she was still alive and wanting to find there fourth brother.
Isabella turned away from the window and looked at her three children - Chloe Rose Willow, Atticus Cole Willow, and Raven Winter Willow.
They were all so small, innocent, cute, adorable, but at the same time cunning all three them all look alike.
She took a deep breath and clenched her jaw, determination etched on her face. She was going to find Sterling - no matter what it took.
Isabella felt a surge of determination as she looked at her three children photo the three identical children were cute and adorable. They were the reason she was going to find Sterling - no one was going to take him away from her. She clenched her jaw tightly, resolve in every line of her body. She wasn't about to let anything happen to any more of her babies.
"I'm not giving up," she said to herself, her voice firm.
"I'm going to find my son."
She picked up her phone and began scrolling through leads, researching possible kidnappers and their methods. She was determined to find Sterling - no matter how long it took. Isabella has been searching for her youngest son Sterling for the past six years none stop. But no matter what she had no leads it was if someone planned this. Her aura changed it had this thick killing instinct around her.
As Isabella searched through the leads and information, her determination only grew stronger. She was not going to give up until she found Sterling - no matter how many years it took.
But as she read through the different possibilities and theories, something else began to take over her mind - anger.
It was clear that someone had planned all of this carefully - they had gone to great lengths to hide Sterling's whereabouts. And that thought made Isabella furious.
She clenched her fists tightly, the killing intent radiating off of her in waves.
Isabella slammed her fist against the wall, causing a picture frame to fall. Her anger boiled over as she thought about who could have done this to her family. Sterling would be five years by now.
The sound of the picture frame shattering against the wall echoed through the room, but Isabella didn't even flinch. Her anger was too strong to care about anything else.
"Who could have done this?" she muttered under her breath.
"Who would take my son from me?"
Isabella decided to go back she felt tired a worn out as she walked she closed her eyes people in the company didn't know that she was the owner of this fashion industry she didn't give to much thought about it. She got inside her car and she drove off the car was able to fly so the moment she pushed the gas the car was in the air.
As Isabella flew the car through the air, she couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion wash over her. The weight of everything that had happened was taking its toll on her.
But despite feeling tired and worn out, there was also a flicker of determination in her eyes. She had to keep going - for herself and for her lost child.
As Isabella entered her penthouse apartment, she took in the surroundings. The place was actually quite nice - a mini penthouse with large windows that offered a stunning view of the city.
The glass wall on one side of the room slid open when she entered, revealing a small balcony that overlooked Paris.